St Nicks

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enjoyed dancing and crewing in St Nicks with you guys again last night, its been forever
meant to say that its miraculous, and a joy, to dance in such an ancient, sacred, sombre space
this snap, crew christmas bash end of 2015, came up when searching for the group again, made me chortle
only ginny and nathan really still involved
time passing, how long have we been blessed to dance in the church, 15 years?
but a blip, when you look at some of the plaques in the bell tower, 1667
else the beautifully carved font, lugged from lewes priory, sometime after its fall, nearly 1000 years old
was waffling to somebody after about the quirks of crewing
you get to throw open and later shut the doors of the church, all massive bolts, chunky church keys and ancient creaking wood,
powerfully evokes the old, old notion of church as sanctuary
else when everyone has gone, the lights all turned out, stand in the middle of the nave, midst the silence, and utter a long resonant Ommmmmmm

sweet! good see some faces of dancers of yore popping up xxx
always think to bin facebook, but then i’d miss things like that

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energy comes into the universe, stays for a while, then passes
obvious, yes, but feeling that strongly this morning, cusp of the solstice as the drab dismal rain buckets down
listening to benjamin zephenaiahs autobiography… he has such a lush distinctive voice
anyway, as a sentimental cancerian, sometimes when i’m dancing its with the cheerful ‘ghosts’ of yesterday, ‘aww do you remember when?!’
more often its flailing around in the exuberance of the moment… and ha, even sometimes there is space to be excruciatingly bored… ‘different song, different me, please!’
that’s part of the beauty of life, blip in a blink and it’s gone, but also, these endless strung out moments
seasons turn, the dance moves on… wish you happiness wherever you find yourself
energy comes into the universe, stays for a while, then passes

pimp my muesli!

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pimp my muesli!

halfway through scarfing brekkie, it was so delish that i felt compelled to stop and take its portrait

a lidl special, muesli, granola, oat milk, plumped out with frozen fruit (four berry medley), organic banana, maca powder and pumpkin seeds

pudding was 2 chocolate ginger biscuits… because i can

normally i should have moved on to porridge by now, but always behind the curve (what curve, the earth is flat ne c’est pas?!), likewise, i shall remain in shorts until the winter solstice

oh and the other pic is a stumble upon from forever ago, but i like its four berry flavour

anyway… as you were

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from my jog this morning:

brambles covered in black sludge, the wilt smother of forgotten fruit… glum, autumnal doldrums… listopad, leaf fall, season of remorse

the gradual retreat of light, the withdrawing of life into this earth… sodden ground

ha, precisely why i’m out, sweating and cursing along the tow path… prod those brain chemicals… dope dopa-dopamine saviour!

tree

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I love climbing trees, heres me, ooh mbe 8 feet off the ground
limber lumber! aloft!
a mottled, dappled, fickle light, decanted through the vibrant green of leaves… seethe green
the long, far sprawled arms, which creak wiithin the wind,
something of a sea swell, an ease, a sway, that further emphasises this living sturdiness
yet root chakra, shackled securely to the ground, a great grey elephants foot, then the root rummage deep within the earth
dragonflies skitter past, iridescence of wing

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fraught of thought! duff photo, lack of perspective, so you’d never know i was near skybound
went for a cycle ride yesterday, battled up to the South Downs way, followed the ridge to alfriston, then back via Friston Forest.
kids and i have been climbing this tree forever, the be-tentacled Ash… on account of its octopus limbs
I love Ash energy, always feels gentle and forgiving…
tho I do know 2 ancient ones, in a much neglected copse, those are trees of the fae, you can imagine doors, a portal to the under realm
climbing, i usually get to about 8 ft up, then think, hmmm, thats probably far enough
i’ve never been the daredevil type, a smidge delusional and gung ho, yet renowned more for timidity and vertigo
super impressed by anyone who scales to preposterous heights, but they be creatures of fire and air, whilst i’m more earth and water (mud!)
when doing a creative visualisation, in the bit when they say ‘imagine your home, somewhere where you belong’
i always feel myself to be cradled in the arms of a huge ancient oak tree, proper gnarly
usually its near to a stream or a waterfall, else a gentle slope down to the sea and a small sandy shell strewn cove
grown ups should climb trees more often! a political slogan?
…peters out midst vast distraction and things to do

Rainbow Moon Aura

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Rainbow Moon Aura
look up agog! wonder… loom lune opalescence
what is a pearl? thing of flesh, an oysters itch from a grain of sand

Coming out from the Zu Studios Mycelium party in Lewes, 1:30 in the morning, after 3 hours of sweat drenched dancing like a loon to Kaya Project
An almost Full Hunters Moon… pic credit to Mara, thx… impossible, almost futile to snap these things on a phone
blast of moonlight washes it out… yet, to the naked eye, the moon was a near perfect pearl in the sky, etched with its familiar craters and shadows
around the moon space, elbow room of darkness, then two Rainbow rings
of course i have seen moon auras and rings before, memorably when out in the desert around Mount Sinai, back when i was 22
yet always in shades of whites and greys, never this intensity of colour
beautiful astonishment
i love the fact that even at 58 years of age, I can still experience a completely new natural phenomenon
high whisp feather clouds, the ice crystals have a prismatic effect on the moonlight
it lasted for about half an hour… people came out, familiar faces, new ones, but all stopped to gabble and gawp
bathed in moonlight